The Lady d'Argent allowed her robe to fall to the floor, revealing to Melina the means by which luxury and comfort does sometimes come to young ladies, poorly born.  it is the beauty; it is the will and the willingness; it is the placing of onself in the midst of some wealthy baron's lusty dream.

No more wishing that she had been born of noble birth, the first born of an inheritance waiting to be spent.  No more yearning for a life that others lived in romantic castles and endless estates.  No more aching for that which she believed could never be hers.  She would become this alabaster dream that stood before her in all her naked perfection, she would become the next Lady d'Argent.

Dream not dreams, you are not willing to be,

Chase not  visions, you are not willing to see,

Live not the life that is not for thee,

Bind not your soul, but set it free!

That night, her heaven was first imagined, and her hell was first created.

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A wandering bard has entered a medium-sized tavern on a brisk autumn night. After he has eaten his dinner, the barkeep approaches and asks if his visitor would mind entertaining the other patrons of the establishment. The bard obliges and begins a story about a young woman named Melina. As he starts to speak, a cloaked stranger slips into the tavern and takes a seat at a corner table.

Style notes: The bard will occasionally drop in a poetic break to either summarize or foreshadow events in his tale.

Melina is, essentially, a gold-digger. Will she find the true meaning of love over the course of the bard's tale?

updated Nov 19 '08 by RejectedMuse